…this news article is pretty damn funny !
177,500 people have waited patiently until today for the official unveiling of the 2007 Glastonbury lineup. Pretty much all of the predicted artists are in the lineup, Arctic Monkeys, Killers, Bloc Party, Kasabian, Bjork, Kaiser Chiefs, Fat Boy Slim and Chemical Brothers with overall few surprises. It’s a shame that Queens of the Stone Age, Kings of Leon, Mark Lanegan and most disappointedly Beastie Boys aren’t showing up. Maybe it’s a sign that I’ll have to give Bestival a go…
The Guardian website has a far better lineup listing than the official one. Like the official one, all the acts across all stages are detailed but more importantly comes complete with appearance times too. So, if you’re a geek like me you can start planning your days viewing now. Then again, this is Glastonbury and anything could happen. Best laid plans and all that…
Nice to see Steve McClaren hailing David Beckham’s performance in his return to the England squad in tonight’s 1-1 draw against Brazil. It does beg the question, “What did you drop him for you nob?”
You go to Madrid for five days for a wedding. It’s pissing it down. You stay cooped up in your hotel because the Spaniards are having the worst rain in fifty years. You land back on UK soil. It’s pissing it down. You go to Sheffield to watch Reverend and the Makers (photos are in, well, erm, the photos section) and want to make a day of it bouncing round pubs. It’s pissing it down. You want to sit in the garden having a few drinks on a bank holiday Monday. It’s pissing it down. British Weather eh? Pfft.
So to combat the boredom and to save me from swinging from the nearest crossbeam I decided to get my arse into gear and finally put some new photos up. If you’re on them, enjoy. If not, come out for a beer sometime. It’s always an adventure….
Meanwhile in other news, get yourself out your local record store and invest in the latest in the always decent DJ Kicks series. This time comes the turn of Hot Chip to provide us with an insight into their musical tastes and it’s somewhat aces. Buy it (or obtain it by nefarious means but on your conscious be it).
Also, White Stripes imminent return to the music scene is upon us with their new track “Icky Thump”. Someone should tell them it’s Ecky Thump but they probably know this and are purposefully riling the Yorkshire population. As expected, the new single is as mad as a bag of cats with Jack doing a his best Robert Plant impression over what sounds like a stylophone and Meg doing what she always does, drumming….in….time….to….a….metronome….
Anyways, check it out;
I’m not entirely sure what lead to Harvey’s outburst.
I suspect he has either, recently heard him singing or just the fact that he has to put up with him every day now he’s married his mum. Thinking about it, it’s probably both.
According to an article in the Times today, Paris Hilton thinks that she should be spared from serving a 45-day jail sentence for a drink driving offence because “she provides beauty and excitement to (most of) our mundane lives.” Firstly, the way that she thinks that her “celebrity status” or money somehow elevates her above the law stinks. She broke the law, as many of us do but she got caught so she should deal with it. Secondly, the fact that she claims to provide beauty and excitement. Not in my eyes she doesn’t. Not unless you consider a dodgy porn tape exciting and an annoying pout coupled with a car alighting upskirt shot to be beauty. Fair enough, she scrubs up well but she is no beauty. The fact that her fate lays in the hands of Governor Arnold Schwarzenegger makes this even more bizarre. I reckon he should stick rods up to her request, march her into jail personally, dressed as T-800 and with her dressed as Sarah Connor. Purely for shits and giggles like.
Bank Holidays are great. They’re even better when I’m not on call. This means I can attempt to drink my own body weight in alcohol. I popped along to Escobar in Wakefield on Friday night to watch Devvo, who’s touring to promote his new DVD and album “From Yorkshire To New York”. The place was rammed and Devvo was pretty funny. He did all his classics, Crystal Meffin, Boys On The Beach, Donny Soldier, and Fuck Em Yung.
He went down a storm with the crowd cos he were proper boshty as owt like. Anyway, must dash. Pub is calling…
The new, revamped, polished, more consumer friendly Heavyweight Champion of the World single by Sheffield’s Reverend and the Makers will be released on May 28th. After seeing them do a quality gig last May at Wakefield’s Escobar and what with the new single getting major airplay on Radio 1, I hope they make a thing of it.
I hate football. It depresses you.
The Grand National takes place in Aintree today. It’s that time of year again where thousands people who otherwise have no interest in the gee-gees become obsessed with the 40 horse lottery of Liverpool. For some this means vast winnings, for some vast losses but the majority of people, me included, see it as an excuse for a pub visit and a out of the norm bet. It’s a laugh though and who knows my horse might do it for me. Although saying that it’s not much of a laugh for the horses I guess. They have a afternoon of hedges, whippings, potential death and a one way visit to the glue factory. My money is on L’Ami so heres hoping…
It must be a slow news day as all over the press this morning are reports of Prince William splitting from long term partner Kate posh-totty Middleton. How is this front page news? Why is this the lead 10 o’clock story on Sky News? Why are journalists giving live satellite feeds from outside their houses? They’re a mid twenties couple who have separated. Granted it’s royalty but christ, the way the press are reacting it’s like this never happens to youngsters nowadays. Considering today is a Saturday, there must have been plenty of Stella Artois and blue WKD instigated arguments across the high streets of Britain last night. Many of these will have resulted in the usual vomiting taxi journeys, shit-in-a-tray takeaway punch ups, and A&E visits but I’ll put money on there being countless relationship break ups and fall outs too. It inevitable but you don’t get the Sun, Daily Mirror or the Guardian camped at the bottom of Wakefield High Street waiting to interview Sharon and Dave on account of him touching some girls arse. I can’t figure out why not. It’s no more interesting than seeing the real-life soap opera of the Royal parasites pan out across the red-tops and broadsheets. The irony of all this is that they have reportedly split due to the intense media pressure surrounding the relationship. Looks like this should stop it then…